Teenage is an attitude

Teenage is a state of mind
Not just 7 years nor just a stage
You’ll probably get to know
When you reach your mother’s age
We hate when she tells us to do something
We rebel when she doesn’t permit
We protest. We snap. We sulk. We avoid
She is hurt. She is depressed
But still she continues in spite of knowing
We think she is truly paranoid.

People like to see what they want to see
So does she.
She sees you now, she sees your future
She wants to see you grow
She wants to see you happy
And excel in life
Between your goals and her wants
There ain’t any strife

Still she stands through
All by you
Sometimes caring,
Sometimes strict
With the only hope that
Let her want be nothing but the truth